Saturday, June 21, 2008

Rule, Britannia




You go to a place,

and know every part of it.

You meet someone,

whom you have loved many times.

You say to yourself,

I have done this

in many many lifetimes,

and will do so again..

(I think Shelley said that)

We moved to England right after I was born. My father was in the Foreign Service so I grew up in London, my favourite city in the world. But it was that blessed isle that felt like home to me. Islands have a sacred energy which is like no other. I have lived in two of them, Britain and Japan, and hope to one day visit Hawaii, New Zealand, and Ireland.

But it was first the spirits who thronged around when I was there, the spirit of Atlantis so strong as carried forth from Lyonesse, the Old Atlanian flame, the time of King Arthur and the time of Jesus who visited it so many times. The people are magical, yet so many don't know this, and there are so many that do, but don't know how to integrate all that within themselves.

If there was a place I would live in besides Canada, it would be the British Isles, so strong is my connection there. It is a promise made in so many lives, that I would return when needed.

It is a love of place, and of a people, that makes me feel that way, and also, of the possible future out of many possible futures that I speak of.

Walk around Stonehenge, Avebury, the White Horse of Wiltshire, Wordsworth's daffodil field, a place called Bluebell Woods, Loch Ness and the Isle of Iona where the ancient Scottish Kings were buried, and you feel the stones and the sky and the spirits speak to you.

A bus driver in Devon says "welcome, brother" and you know what he means. There is a 15 year old young man discovering his power in the Yorkshire Downs who has as much raw Psychic Energy as my own children, and that's saying a lot.

Two million people march against war in 2003 and you know that there is a British spirit that will never change, and magic will always exist, there.

But: There is much done in its name and there is an imbalance that requires healing.

So I go to Britain, many times. There is a ceremony called the sacred marriage which combines Earth and Sky energy to heal the planet.

The first ceremony held in 1999, on a hilltop in Dartmoor, brings two swarms of bees and wasps who crawl all over our hands. No one is bitten, but I see that as the need for healing. Next year there are floods in the South of England, yet none of them reaches Heather's door.

I visit again in 2000, 2004, 2005 and twice in 2007, and every time I arrive, the weather changes. I offer healing, but also say, your future lies in the choices you make. I warn friends of specific outcomes which come about; I help a woman hold on to a pregnancy she was afraid would not last, I meet an assassin who shows me how much Britain also does in the field of dark magic.

I feel that 2007 will bring much change, so bring my family over for the summer. The week before we arrive, there is a bombing at our airport. The rains that have poured for 3 continuous months stop. We have a glorious two weeks in Scotland and the Lake District, that is, wherever we go the sun comes out while it rains in the rest of the country. Heading south into the greatest floods in a century, we pass through a landscape of flooded fields and towns. Arriving in Devon, the sun comes out again, and we have another two wonderful weeks in Devon and Cornwall.

Chloe and I renew our vows and we have another sacred marriage ceremony. The sun is hot, drying out the floods, but a woman at our wedding dies shortly afterwards because of a cancer she picked up in India. A reminder; we cannot help everyone.

I go back in October to set up another healing center, as I did in Iran. And then, I am done.

What will happen now? I have been there so many times, my spiritual awakening has so much connection here, but, time to move on. Now the people can follow the Way of Atlan, or accept whatever comes. Their gifts are great, but so too are their responsibilities.

Do not live ordinary lives.

6 comments:

Xanadu said...

"If there was a place I would live in besides Canada, it would be the British Isles, so strong is my connection there. It is a promise made in so many lives, that I would return when needed."

So why do you like the British Isles so much? I suspect it is because you see it through rose-tinted spectacles. You have romanticized the place. If you actually had to live here, in the fog and rain, you might change your mind!

I myself live on the edge of Dartmoor. I'm lucky to live in an unspoilt part of the country. But most people have to live in grim cities. Ever heard of "the dark satanic mills"? That's what it's like in the cities, especially up north.

The people are a mixed bunch. Some are fantastic, others awful. It depends whom you meet. Yes, there were 2 million people who marched against the Iraq War, and I was one of them. But do you think our Prime Minister, Tony Blair, paid any attention to us? Not the slightest!

So you see, MFA, we live in a crypo-fascist state. Not in a real democracy. Are you any freer in Canada? Why are you Canadians being forced to kill innocent people in Afghanistan? It's not right, is it?

So how can you bring them healing?

Anonymous said...

Hello M[FA] & Co.:

This is only a test...

L.S.M.F.T.

L.S.M.F.T. said...

Hello MFA & Co.:

This is my second test (I'm trying to eliminate the "anonymous" bit & have my [current] 'handle' appear)...

However, after the first 'test' I was erroniously satisfied with my blindness, or so I thought, and actually spent a moment writing a response to Xanadu, but thought the less of it, and decided to read a couple of MFA's recent posts [and comments]: "A Bird Came For Healing" was quite interesting and reminded me of one queer episode involving birds and death in my own past. What the particulars are, is not nearly as important as the significance I attached to the potentially 'mere happenstance' involved [or not] with the queer and life / mind-altering turn of 'unfolding' events which ensued. The odd thing is, is after 'the dust all settled,' it was only 'then,' that I reflected upon what the 'harbinger's message' [death] was...

If this strikes you as odd, rest assured, it is...so much so, it's hard to expalin...

Meanwhile...

Lalalalater...

L.S.M.F.T.

Man From Atlan said...

If I were to tell you that each of the 37 posts actually are true, and the experiences of the other people written about also did happen?
So I brought healing to many, but as you say, some are good people, and some are not.
I'd say the same to both: I don't 'heal' people, but teach them to heal themselves. Do I wave a wand and people change? No, but sometimes, I still do help them to change. Maybe the way becomes clearer. Maybe the obstacles they thought they had disappears, or their karma lifts, if only for a moment. It's still their responsibility (see 'The Christ Sent His Disciple to New York' Parts I & II in the December Archives to see how that works)
It's not an easy path. But I look at the potential of each person, and each place, and don't see all the things that are wrong (actually, I do, without rose-tinted glasses) but all the things that are right.
If 'A Bird Came For Healing' or 'Miracles' inspires someone to look behind the 'coincidence' and become a better person, then, that's what I do. Or, I teach someone to perform miracles. It's all relative.
Why do I love the British Isles so much? Because I've lived there so many times. Because it's magical. Walk around the Avebury Circle, and you'll know what I mean. Or maybe not, if you've let go of everything magical and become literal minded and full of reason, sorry.
The world is a place full of suffering, and everyone knows the pain of their karma, including myself. But I also know how to transcend it, and teach others how.
I feel that good things will come out of Britain.

Anonymous said...

What is the Niqab like which you describe your mother as wearing? How much of the body is concealed? Please describe the different robes for Muslim women and the various degrees of bodily concealment.

What is the object of all this "cover-up"? Is it to prevent male lust? Do the males insist on it for this reason — that it helps them to control their sexual passions? Or is it to stop strangers casting a lustful eye on your wife, sister, or daughter?

Note that women need their skin exposed to sunlight. Or else they end up with Vitamin D deficiency. This causes osteomalacia, osteoporosis, and rickets.

Man From Atlan said...

Mom's quite covered up, unfortunately. Full length housecoat and headcovering. Religious reasoning: to prevent distraction, lust, and disrespect to women. The Quran just tells women to 'preserve their modesty' which many interpret differently, with many variations of cover up, or none at all.
I should stress this was a choice she made, freely (plus a lot of guilt from parents) with no pressure from anyone else.